Hearts as buoyant as a feather in the mellow autumn weather,
While the noisy minahs cheered to see the glad procession pass—
All the Regans and the Ryans, and the whole mob of O’Briens
Bringing up the rear to Casey’s—in the Shandrydan to Casey’s—
Spending Sunday down at Casey’s after Mass.
Past the kitchen door they rattled and they took the horses out;
While the women went inside at once, the menfolk hung about
Round the stable down at Casey’s, waiting dinner down at Casey’s;
And they talked about the Government, and blamed it for the drought,
Sitting where the sunlight lingers, picking splinters from their fingers,